A Thief's Kiss

9| Sharing

Chapter 9: Sharing (Aria's POV)

"You're going to make me sleep on the two-seater?" I asked in disbelief. 

"On the couch. That's not a two-seater," he replied. 

"I don't care what it is! I'm not sleeping on that." 

"And why not?" he asked, putting his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants.

"Because I'm a guest," I said. 

"Then stay in a guest room," he retorted smugly. 

"I would have but it's not what your parents asked of me," I argued. 

"That's not my problem," he shrugged, walking over to the right side of the bed. 

I rushed over, sitting on the left, pulling my legs up in front of me. 

He stood up, glaring at me. "Get off my bed." 

"It's mine for tonight," I shrugged. 

"No, it's not." 

"Yes, it is." 

"Get off." 

"No." 

"Get off." 

"No." 

"Get. Off," he said slowly, warningly. 

"Make me, your majesty," I smirked. 

He kneeled beside me, probably ready to push me off. "You won't get off?" 

"No," I shrugged. 

"Fine," he huffed before lying down. But not on his side. Instead, he lay down right beside me. His arm touching mine, his leg touching mine, his hip touching mine. 

I looked down at him weirdly. "What are you doing?" 

"I'm sleeping," he replied nonchalantly. 

"This is how you sleep?" 

He nodded. 

"And this is also how you sleep when you're sharing your bed with someone?" 

"Sharing?" he chuckled. "I don't share anything." 

"Oh," I laughed. "How kind of you, isn't it?" 

"Hmm," he nodded again, reaching out for his phone and bringing it to himself, looking at it. 

I ignored him and just sat against the headboard. I looked to my right, out the window. The moon looked really pretty tonight. It looks like it's a full moon. "Sharing is caring," I said, looking down at him. "Isn't that what they say?" 

"Yeah, it just so happens that I don't care," he mumbled, without looking at me, and kept scrolling through his phone, replying to emails from the glimpse I got. 

"Didn't anybody tell you it's rude to be on your phone when someone is talking to you?" 

"Are you?" He looked up at me. "Talking to me?" 

I glared at him before rolling my eyes and grabbing the hair tie from my wrist. I put my hair back in a ponytail and stared at the moon to kill time. I have a hard time falling asleep most nights. It's just how my internal clock works. I sleep pretty late and then wake up near noon as well. Rent dates excluded. It's important to be up early on those days because I have to go and exchange everything I stole for money. 

I snapped out of my thoughts when I felt his hip digging into mine. "Wow, personal space really is a foreign concept to you, isn't it?" He ignored me and continued ignoring me. Which is starting to get on my nerves. I hate being ignored, I hate it when someone acts like I don't exist to them. I gritted my teeth before snatching his phone out of his hands, ready to throw it onto the floor.